Monday, February 06, 2006

Butterfly dust

Now, the interview is over. And the tension has dissolved.......I am again in mood to Blog hop.Today, I got a mail from a classmate , Gaurav , trying to ask me whether I remember him or not?A question asked many times, in many ways, from many people.I do remember my friends of past and what i have, if not memories and dreams of tomorrow. Memories of good old days, of friends, those fights and innocent patch ups, some silly competition knowing little where life will take us, which path we are going to chose, clueless about destinations.Yes, sometimes, ties are broken, we lose contacts, but can it swipe away memories.No, I think.Life is sometimes like butterfy Dust.We run after it, mesmerised by its bright , vibrant colors,its flutter , but when we try to hold it in our hand, it flies away and in the end what we gei is butterfly dust, a sign that it had been there for a while, it has touched our soul, rather we have managed to just touch it........not less that we can not feel it, not enough that we get satisfied.Just our own share.....
This space has become so important for me, I realised only on Friday when something on my template got messed up and I was on the verge of losing all the posts, I could not even afford the very thought of losing the posts and comments of fellow bloggers .Thanks to timely help of Jeet, every thing is back to normal.

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